Chapter 49: Wake Up

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain. -Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Danny, wake up."

A deep voice tugs at my consciousness, pulling me out of the safety of my dreamless world. The tip of a finger leaves a quivering trail of uneasiness in its wake. It traces my jawline from the base of my ear to the center of my chin.

Thoughts of where I am flood my mind. I'm in the fucking cottage. Tension courses through my body like a wildfire igniting a rising fear in the pit of my belly. My body stiffens.

I open my eyes and glare at Aaron. He frees my right wrist from the hard steel biting into my sore flesh.

"Roll to your stomach."

My belly contracts into a tightly woven ball. "Oh God, please, don't hurt me again."

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you, unless, of course, you disobey. Now, roll from your back to your stomach. I need to release your other hand."